Hell, Do I Remember The First Joke?

The Man I Adored, And Miss Him Terribly, Was Johnny Carson.

Political Correctness? In My Humor, I Never Talk About Politics. I Was Never Much Into All That.

I Still Think Funny, And People Young And Old Still Come And See Me. That's Flattering. The Day Comes That They Stop Coming, Then I'll Know That It's Time To Retire To The Jewish Ranch.

Who Am I To Judge Is What I Say. I'm 90 Years Old, For Crying Out Loud, And I Don't Sit In Any Chariot.

I Don't Care If The Average Guy On The Street Really Knows What I'm Like, As Long As He Knows I'm Not Really A Mean, Vicious Guy. My Friends And Family Know What I'm Really Like. That's What's Important.